Liquor glistens gold on Spike's fingertips after he pushes all the empty and half empty bottles off the table. Whole room reeks of alcohol, but soon it's going to smell of something else, something hotter and thicker. The next time Spike looks at his fingers, blood drips from them, mixing with the gold liquid. He traces a line from the red mark on Angel's neck to the center of his chest. Red and gold blur his vision, blood and liquor flavor the kiss he gives Angel. Second best flavor, Spike thinks, teeth scraping down from Angel's lips to his groin.
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